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... onto Lu Jin'an's white clothes, leaving a striking pattern of tear stains.
In the next moment, Qingyue was tightly embraced in Lu Jin'an's arms.
Her slender, icy-cold hands clutched Lu Jin'an's clothes, her hair disheveled, her face appearing through the haze, like a pear blossom in the rain, yet unable to hide the cherry blossom flush on her cheeks.
A strand of hair cascaded down the side of her face, veiling the suffocating beauty, and masking the undulating blood vesse ...
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